1 The German Chief to thraw, man: thwart loosed Then Rockingham took up the game, Saint Stephen's boys, wi' jarring noise, Then clubs and hearts were Charlie's cartes, Till the diamond's ace, of Indian race, On Chatham's boy did ca', man; cheers 1 Lord North's administration was succeeded by that of the Marquis of Rockingham, March, 1782. At the death of the latter in the succeeding July, Lord Shelburne became prime minister, and Mr. Fox resigned his secretaryship. Under his lordship, peace was restored, January, 1783. By the union of Lord North and Mr. Fox, Lord Shelburne was soon after forced to resign in favor of his rivals, the heads of the celebrated Coalition. 2 Fox's famous India Bill, by which his ministry was brought to destruction, December, 1783. And Scotland drew her pipe, and blew, 66 'Up, Willie, waur them a', man!" Behind the throne then Grenville's gone, A secret word or twa, man; While slee Dundas aroused the class, vanquish And Chatham's wraith, in heavenly graith, armor (Inspired bardies saw, man,) Wi' kindling eyes cried: "Willie, rise! But, word and blow, North, Fox, and Co., struck Till Suthron raise, and coost their claise cast off Behind him in a raw, man; And Caledon threw by the drone, And did her whittle draw, man; And swoor fu' rude, through dirt and blood, knife 1 In the new parliament called by Mr. Pitt, after his accession to office, in the spring of 1784, amidst the many new members brought in for his support, and that of the king's prerogative, there was an exceeding proportion from Scotland. TO A HAGGIS.1 FAIR fa' your honest, sonsie face, plump Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm; small guts Weel are ye wordy of a grace worthy The groaning trencher there ye fill, haunches While through your pores the dews distil His knife see rustic labour dight, make ready And cut you up wi' ready slight, And then, oh what a glorious sight, 1 The haggis is a dish peculiar to Scotland, though supposed to be of French extraction. It is composed of minced offal of mutton, mixed with oatmeal and suet, and boiled in a sheep's stomach. When made in Elspa's way, with "a curn o' spice" (see the Gentle Shepherd), it is an agreeable, albeit a somewhat heavy dish, always providing that no horror be felt at the idea of its preparation. Then horn for horn they stretch and strive, Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive, Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve Are bent like drums; swelled stomachs by and by Then auld guidman, maist like to rive, burst "Bethankit! hums. Is there that owre his French ragout, Or olio that wad staw a sow, surfeit Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi' perfect scunner, Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view On sic a dinner! Poor devil! see him owre his trash, As feckless as a withered rash, Through bloody flood or field to dash, But mark the rustic, haggis-fed, disgust feeble fist- nut The trembling earth resounds his tread, Clap in his walie nieve a blade, He'll mak it whissle; lusty fist And legs, and arms, and heads will sned, shear Like taps o' thrissle. thistle Ye Powers wha mak mankind your care, And dish them out their bill o' fare, thin stuff splashes in bowls Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies; But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer, EXTEMPORE IN THE COURT OF SESSION. TUNE- Killiecrankie. Two well-drawn sketches of the leading barristers of that day—namely, the Dean of Faculty, Harry Erskine, and the Lord Advocate, Mr. Ilay Campbell (subsequently Lord President). LORD ADVOCATE. HE clenched his pamphlets in his fist, He quoted and he hinted, Till in a declamation-mist, His argument he tint it: lost He gapèd for't, he graipèd for't, groped He fand it was awa', man; But what his common-sense came short, He ekèd out wi' law, man. MR. ERSKINE. Collected Harry stood a wee, Then opened out his arm, man; His lordship sat wi' ruefu' e'e, And eyed the gathering storm, man; |